No one would have thought that this clone of King Yama would actually appear in Pingcheng.
Xu Ping originally thought that he was unable to take more than half a step away, which was why he did not contact the underworld gods.
But it seems that this clone can move freely, so why doesn't he show up?
There is something hidden in this.
The situation seemed to suddenly become complicated again.
Seeing the red light on the stone slab moving slowly in Pingcheng, Xu Ping pondered for a moment and glanced at Song Qingling: "Qingling, can you do this..."
Song Qingling was not stupid. She knew what he was thinking and immediately said, "Brother Xu, don't worry. You know this and I know it. I won't tell anyone else."
Although speaking of it, she is affiliated with the underworld, and because of Xu Ping, she is now regarded as Zhong Kui's confidant.
but……
Since it was Xu Ping's request, she immediately rebelled decisively and stood firmly on Xu Ping's side.
Xu Ping and Song Qingling didn't say anything to anyone, and immediately rushed to Pingcheng. Following the position of the red light on the stone slab, they began to look for the clone of King Yama.
After all, Pingcheng is a new city in the underworld, and there are not many ghosts on the road. There are large tracts of open space, waiting for houses to be built.
The location of Hongguang is in the north of Pingcheng, very close to Feng. Compared with other places, it is quite lively. Most of the open spaces are also occupied by ghosts who have bought properties. The houses are standing in rows. From a distance, they look...
There is no difference between it and Fengdu, half a step or more.
In the hazy environment, Xu Ping jumped up to the roof of the house, his bright eyes slightly lit up, and he looked around at the situation.
Song Qingling stood aside, looked at Xu Ping, and asked: "Brother Xu, have you discovered anything?"
The red light showed the power of incense, but for a while, Xu Ping did not notice the presence of ghosts with the power of incense in his surroundings, so he had to stand on a high place and scan the surroundings carefully.
"strangeness……"
Xu Ping murmured to himself.
"What's weird?" Song Qingling asked.
Xu Ping looked back at her and said: "There is obviously the power of incense all around, but I always feel that the power of incense is very nihilistic and cannot be captured. Moreover, looking at it, the ghosts here seem to have the power of incense.
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"Do they all exist?"
Although Song Qingling did not study the power of incense like Xu Ping, he could still know that the power of incense was not an ordinary thing.
Even if she is now a minor official in the underworld, she does not have the ability to absorb the power of incense, let alone these ghosts, it is even more impossible.
But Xu Ping definitely felt that the power of incense remained in the ghosts that came and went.
The power of the remaining incense is very weak and extremely difficult to detect.
Xu Ping was confident that even Zhong Kui Zhenjun would not be able to discover these ghosts with the power of incense on them.
Song Qingling asked: "What should I do? Should I grab two tongues first and ask?"
"I'm afraid these ghosts themselves don't know where the power of this incense comes from." Xu Ping said.
Song Qingling said: "Brother Xu, do you mean that these ghosts are not aware that they have, or have had, the power of incense?"
"Well, that should be it."….
Xu Ping nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and thought of a possibility.
The red light shining here is enough to prove that the clone of King Yama is indeed here.
And these ghosts all have the power of incense. Is it possible that all the ghosts here are clones of King Yama?
In other words, they can all become the clone of King Yama.
The key lies in the power of incense.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Xu Ping's mind.
If my guess is correct, does that mean that in fact the clone of King Yama is not physical, it is just a ball of incense.
When it possesses someone, that person becomes a clone of King Yama.
think
Seeing this possibility, Xu Ping went to check the ghosts on his street again from another angle, and he made a discovery.
Although the power of incense on these ghosts is very weak, there are some.
The more powerful the incense in the body is, the shorter the time it takes for the incense to leave the body. Xu Ping focused on observing these people to find whose body the ball of incense really was hidden.
"Come with me!"
Xu Ping called out to Song Qingling, jumped down, and swept towards the other end of the street.
When he passed an old beggar on the street, his eyes narrowed and he suddenly realized that this old beggar was the ghost who spoke to him half a step away that day.
And there are many ghosts in this old beggar in this whole street, which means that he was the clone of King Yama not long ago.
But now it has been abandoned.
However, after making this discovery, Xu Ping also felt a little worried.
If King Yama insists on avoiding them, with his ability to repeatedly jump on the ghosts, it will be really difficult to find them.
After thinking about it carefully, Xu Ping realized that he had no ill intentions, so it was better to say it frankly.
"My Excellency, Xu Ping, dare to ask Lord Yama to show up for a visit."
"Xu Ping, please be brave..."
"..."
Xu Ping shouted loudly, three times in a row.
Suddenly, all the ghosts on the street stopped and turned to look at him.
"Who is this?"
"It's so good, why are you so crazy?"
"I guess I just came here and it was difficult to accept it for a while!"
The ghosts on the street were talking to each other. The voices were like mosquitoes and flies, and the buzzing sound kept ringing around. It seemed that at this moment, there was nothingness between heaven and earth, and only Xu Ping was enveloped by the sound.
"King Yama has abandoned us a long time ago. This man is really stupid."
"that is."
"Let's stop this idea as soon as possible. Who cares about King Yama now? Lord True Lord is enough."
"..."
The sound got louder and louder, until finally, it seemed to be surrounding my ears.
Not only did Xu Ping not feel bored, but a smile appeared on his lips.
Although my guess was wrong, it was almost the same. The ghosts with the power of incense on the streets could be said to be clones of King Yama.
Apart from him, who else knows that he is a human being?
Xu Ping's eyes shimmered, the void in front of him was broken, the sound suddenly disappeared, the surroundings became quiet, you could hear the drop of a needle, and there was no sound.
All the ghosts on the street looked at Xu Ping with gloomy eyes and strange expressions. The scene was extremely strange...
Seeing such a strange scene, Song Qingling subconsciously held the soul seduction rope in her hand and stood beside Xu Ping. The soul seduction rope lit up, frightening the ghosts around her.
However, the ghosts around them did not react normally like the seductive rope in front of them. Instead, they suddenly ran like flying and quickly approached the two of them. In the blink of an eye, they had already surrounded Xu Ping and Song Qingling.
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All the ghosts spoke at the same time, their voices rising and their pitches becoming sharp.
Xu Ping smiled slightly: "Then who are you?"
"I am..." All the ghosts spoke at the same time, paused for a moment, and then said, "Why should I tell you."
Could it be that Po Meng made a mistake in her judgment?
The power of these incense is actually not the clone of King Yama.
Xu Ping frowned and waved his hand, and the space in this area was immediately imprisoned, preventing these ghosts from leaving.
"No matter who you are, since you can steal the incense of King Yama, it must be related to him." Xu Ping said calmly: "I just want to know where King Yama is now?"
"he died!"
Yin Hun spoke at the same time, but seemed to have no reaction to Xu Ping's actions of confining the world.
"died?!"
Xu Ping and Song Qingling spoke at the same time, looked at each other, and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
"Yes, dead!"
The ghosts continued to count.
Xu Ping's eyes suddenly flashed with fierceness, and he shouted: "Then who are you?"
The moment the sharp shouts sounded, all the ghosts seemed to have been hit hard, their ghost bodies became transparent, and they fell limp to the ground.
If Xu Ping hadn't controlled his roar, these ghosts would have died immediately.
Instantly!
Streams of incense power emerged from the bodies of these ghosts, quickly converging into a small figure in the air, and swept away into the distance.
"snort!"
Xu Ping did not pursue him, and just snorted coldly.
I saw this small figure formed by the power of incense. Although it turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance, it fell back to the same place in the blink of an eye, as if it had never moved.
"Huh?"
The little figure gave a startled expression, and continued to fly towards the distance regardless of it.
But every time, it falls back again.
After doing this three times, it stopped escaping, turned to look at Xu Ping, and shouted angrily: "What have you done? Why can't I get out?"...
His voice was old and deep, quite majestic.
As soon as the little figure turned around, Song Qingling immediately bowed her head in Xu Ping's ear and whispered: "Brother Xu, his appearance is exactly the same as that of King Yama."
Xu Ping spent this whole day going to see the statue of King Yama, not to mention that he even made one himself, so he was very familiar with the appearance of King Yama.
And this figure, which is less than three inches tall, has the same facial features and appearance as that of King Yama.
Xu Ping said: "Since you can't see clearly what I did, then you must not be King Yama, so there is no need to scare people here."
The three-inch little man was startled for a moment, and he actually started to beg for mercy. The majesty and oppression in his tone were no longer there: "Please let me go. I haven't done anything bad. I helped when things got messed up before."
The underworld is busy."
He expressed his merit there, but Xu Ping shook his head and just said: "I'm not interested in what you said. I just want you to tell me who you are, and where is the real King of Yama at this time?"
Where?"
"Didn't I say that King Yama is dead..." The three-inch villain emphasized again, "As for me... I am not a thing, I am the incense of King Yama."
"Elaborate!"
Seeing Xu Ping's attitude, the three-inch villain knew that he couldn't get away with it, so he could only tell everything.
It turns out that this three-inch little man woke up from the incense in the statue of King Yama, and when it woke up, it immediately inherited all the memories and spells about King Yama.
It's just that it was too weak and found that the underworld was wandering, so it didn't dare to rush to find the underworld gods, so it kept wandering around the underworld in this form.
What it can currently master is to mobilize the incense of King Yama and cast spells. Although it is not very powerful, it is basically no problem to use it for self-protection.
As for the fact that King Yama is dead, it also learned from the inherited memory.
"That's it, now Zhong Kui
The true king manages the underworld, both above and below. If I suddenly show up, there might be trouble in the underworld again, so I have been avoiding them."
After the three-inch villain finished speaking, he kept bowing to Xu Ping and begging for mercy: "I have said everything that needs to be said, will you let us go?"
The things it said were simply unbelievable.
The birth of consciousness in incense is something that has never been heard of before, let alone the fact that King Yama is dead.
Will King Yama, who is in charge of the underworld and controls reincarnation, die too?!
Xu Ping frowned attentively, and in order to judge the authenticity of the three-inch villain's words, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the three-inch villain, "I won't hurt you, just to confirm whether what you said is true."
The three-inch villain wanted to avoid it, but it had no choice but to let one of Xu Ping's fingers touch its forehead.
Suddenly.
Xu Ping felt pictures after pictures pouring into his mind.
It was the layers of white clouds in the sky. The looming ancient gate flickered in and out of the clouds, and on both sides of the ancient gate stood two divine generals.
Wearing golden armor and holding a long knife, he stands in front of the door. His whole body is covered with golden light, and he must be invincible.
Xu Ping suddenly pulled out his fingers, and immediately, all the images disappeared into his mind.
The last scene I saw was a man wearing a black robe, a black beard, and a crown lying on his back in the golden light.
Is he King Yama?!
Then where was the place just now?
Xu Ping slowly recovered his thoughts, looked at the three-inch little man in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said, "You have to go to the underworld with me and report this matter to True Lord Zhong Kui in public."
The three-inch villain already knew that he could not escape from Xu Ping's grasp, so he could only nod helplessly. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be going to die.
Xu Ping paused and said, "Don't worry, if what you said is true, I won't do anything to you after I figure everything out."
The three-inch villain looked depressed: "You won't do anything, but can you guarantee that those in the underworld won't do anything to me?"
Listening to his words, Xu Ping couldn't help but think of True Lord Zhong Kui.
Now that the underworld is under his control, everything is moving in a good direction, and this little three-inch man cannot be said to be the incarnation of King Yama.
Does Zhong Kui have other thoughts because of his power?
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